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Eleven in the morning New-Orleans I walk around alone in the Treme neighbourhood

They just announced the hurricane on the news, the weather’s muggy, the sky’s dark, it’s prohibited to hang around

The curfew is scheduled for seven o’clock but the people over here don’t look too bothered

They claim they have seen the worst with Katrina and the crimes, to know who’s the boss around

They’re celebrating and suggest that I have a drink, there’s an abundantly joyful atmosphere

The musicians are enjoying themselves as they give freestyles, all the neighbours are getting supplies

Orleans… Only in the New Orle’ guys! Only in New Orleans

The people gathered are totally ready, playing the trumpet in the middle of a tempest

And the newspaper must have been mistaken but I’m running drenched from head to toe

The hurricane passed a few miles away, the communities around the port are completely inundated

Far from my lands of sentimental mood, the only thing I feel is my fear rising

Far from my lands, I only thought of my loved ones, I only had memories of them and their prayers

Strange how we feel impulses of love when close to death or evocation

The European too often forgets that he’s nothing in the face of nature asserting her rights

Tornado of thoughts whirling in my head, I catch one in flight and I think about you

And what if the cyclones were the sum of all the last sighs of the Earth?

And what if the Earthquakes were the sum of all our first steps?

And what if the cyclones were the sum of all the last sighs of the Earth?

And what if the earthquakes were the sum of all our first steps?

Eleven in the morning in Tokyo, I’m lost on my own it’s another energy I sense

Is that why I love this city so much or rather because here I’m nobody

You’re not here but your memory follows me wherever I go and that hurts me

No wonder the Japanese word for love is ai

Let’s wage war to live in peace, let’s live our lives without suspicion

Yesterday, there was an earthquake, throwing off the city into a standstill

The quake had a weak magnitude but was enough to remind me that we’ll depart

It’ll be a pity to finish on a dispute, if I go first will you understand?

The European too often forgets that he’s nothing in the face of nature asserting her rights

Collision of thoughts joggling in my head, I catch one on the ground and I think about you

And what if the cyclones were the sum of all the last sighs of the Earth?

And what if the Earthquakes were the sum of all our first steps?

And what if the cyclones were the sum of all the last sighs of the Earth?

And what if the earthquakes were the sum of all our first steps?

That could mean that we’re all connected

I think that we’re all connected

That could mean that we’re all connected

I think that we’re all connected

I think that we’re all connected

We’re an infinity of discordant voices

Who become, just for a time, sung in a chorus

• Artist:Nekfeu
• Album:Les étoiles vagabondes